I teach you the Overman. Man is something that shall be overcome. What have you done to overcome him? ... The time has come for man to set himself a goal. The time has come to plant the seed to his highest hope.

If you look long enough into the void, the void begins to look back through you.

You are treading the path to your greatness: no one shall follow you here! Your passage has effaced the path behind you, and above that path stands written: Impossibility.

We talk so abstractly about poetry because all of us are usually bad poets.

The followers of a great man often put their eyes out, so that they may be the better able to sing his praise.

The end of a melody is not its goal; but nonetheless, if the melody had not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.

The demand to be loved is the greatest of all arrogant presumptions.